Monday morning, got my work on My checkbook tells me that my is gone Got a little honey on me To take her to at the end of the week We'll find a parking spot so we can As soon as I get my paycheck
We'll get a chilly cheese dog at the lane I'm still a-working on perfect game Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her when the good comes
I may look like an old But I'm a roller with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a time I just gotta above that poverty line on the table, roof over head Leave something to my ones When I wind up
You never know what will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my Friday
Wish I could tell the foreman when I'm the gun Take this job and it son I keep it to myself 'cause I gotta get And dance with my at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when doing sound check Why don't you me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I like to have a good I just stay above that poverty line on the table, roof over head Leave something to my young When I wind up
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know what life will at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
I gotta get my hands on that paycheck
Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, Friday Gots to get Friday paycheck
Ooh, gotta get that Friday I've been waiting on that on the whistle all day long Friday paycheck, paycheck
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